" Am I in love with Mr. Wrong? Why? How? When did this happen? "
meet Miss goody-two shoes : A simple, modest girl who cares a lot about her friends and family.
meet Mr. Wrong : A popular, bad-ass playboy who loves to trick girls all...
Never underestimate the power of human stupidity, because we live in the era of smart phones but stupid people.
- Robert A. Heinlein
**Kate's P.O.V**
"Hey hotty!" Suddenly I heard a masculine voice saying it from my back.
What the hell was that? I mumbled.
Did I just hear that or is my mind playing some stupid games with me? As soon as I turned my head to face the truth, I saw two figures hiding themselves behind a wall. Obviously they were guys - I mean stupid guys.
This time for sure one of them will get a slap from me, for calling me that cheap word. I went back to them being brave to see the faces of those jerks. I saw two guys, standing one after another.
The first guy was wearing a t-shirt with blue jacket and sweat pants. He had blonde messy hair. The second one who stood behind him, was looking much better. He was wearing a white shirt with black blazer over it; and his chocolate brown hair, falling to his forehead. He had blue eyes aiming at me. But both of them were looking like playboys.
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"Who called that?" I asked through gritted teeth.
"Are you talking to us?" The first guy asked as if nothing happened.
What the hell! They called me hotty , Ok just one of them called, but it's the same thing. But then they were acting like, they don't know anything. I know most of the girls would take "hotty" as a compliment, but for me this word is inappropriate.
"I guess I'm talking to you two, since there is no one here beside you guys." I could not help but glare at the second guy. He was eye catching. His muscles were visible through his grey tight T-shirt. I pushed the thought at the back of my mind.
"Oh....How can we help you?" the second one chuckled. I could not take these anymore. I wanted to smack him hard.
"Who said that?" I asked referring to what I heard before.
"Who said what?" he questioned again.
Seriously? Are you kidding me?
"Don't pretend like you know nothing. Who said that? you know 'hey hotty'." I finally yelled. I did not want to hit them both. I just wanted to beat the bush out of the guy, who called me that.
